If you will listen A song I will sing About my daddy Who ran a log train
Way down in the southland In old Alabam' We lived in a place That they called Chapman Town
And late in the evening When the sun was low Way off in the distance You could hear the train blow
The folks would come runnin' and mama would sing Get the supper on the table Here comes the log train
Every morning At the break day He'd grab his lunch bucket And be on his way
Winter or summer Sunshine or rain Every morning he'd run That old log train
A sweatin' and swearin' All day long Shoutin' get up the oxens Keep movin' along
Load'er up boys 'cause it looks like rain I've got to get rollin' This old log train
This story happened A long time ago The log train is silent God called dad to go
But when I get to heaven To always remain I'll listen for whistle On the old log trainTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
